3AM - Young Smokes

Just boxed down my prawns and rice

This ain’t no servery dinner

Turn this up a little bit please D

I’m living so different

Living so different

Yeah

I’ve got feds all on me, girls all on me

3AM, walking round like a zombie

Packs on the low but these packs gotta go

Summertime drop the top down for sure

I don’t hang around dem man, I don’t think they’re with it

Spend money like I ain’t got a limit

Five star living, bando whipping

Pull up in a Benz, so different

I came home, ain’t shit changed and you can tell

I don’t run but these runners all buy Chanel

In my Ralph PJ’s, I’ve got crazy swag

There’s no trainers in my JD bag (Hell no!)

I need a G-Wagen '19 plate

Roley on my wrist and I still came late

Destiny’s Child the way she’s saying my name

I hit her from the back like a fraudulent claim

We rap the same, we’re not the same pay grade

I hold on my forearm to aim straight

Hatton Garden just to get my chain made

VVS stones swinging like AJ

Don’t lie to them, you ain’t that type of way

I rock Roley’s and still don’t give them time of day

That’s a dead phone G throw that line away

Hopped in a Merc, four-hundred miles today

I’ve got feds all on me, girls all on me

3AM, walking round like a zombie

Packs on the low but these packs gotta go

Summertime drop the top down for sure

I don’t hang around dem man, I don’t think they’re with it

Spend money like I ain’t got a limit

Five star living, bando whipping

Pull up in a Benz, so different

Fam it looks like I’m serving fiends

Triple S Balenci’s and Amiri my jeans

I came out from my visit to Valentino’s

Even on the wing they used to call me Kilos

I was in prison on basic, I still had my telly

I just want a couple mill and a kid with Halle Berry

She’s calling my phone, I can’t answer right now

This money follow baby, I’m a cash cow

Beef with who fam? Who are you fam?

I’m the CEO, I’ll recruit man

She on Insta and she liking

But on a real my G I can’t wife it

Gold Roley, perfect timing

Buss down pendant stones inside it

HMP, my bros riding

And they know we’re broad day sliding

I’ve got feds all on me, girls all on me

3AM, walking round like a zombie

Packs on the low but these packs gotta go

Summertime drop the top down for sure

I don’t hang around dem man, I don’t think they’re with it

Spend money like I ain’t got a limit

Five star living, bando whipping

Pull up in a Benz, so different